Lord of terror

John gently opened the two curtains. This thing was much thicker than it looked from the outside, and Kunz found that after walking through the area covered by the curtains, there were not many noises and urine smells on the top of the tower, and it was completely far away. Go, strands of warm aroma, through the nose, began to spread in the chest.

Kunz remembered this aroma, the captain was really the one who saved him.

Finally saw the back of Captain...'s head.

The north tower has two large arched windows, because it is used as a watchtower, no windows are embedded, and the view is wide, but there is a wide window sill.The captain was sitting sideways on the window sill, with his back against the window frame and his head facing outside. He had long and messy blond hair and his clothes were crooked. Looking from his back, Kunz could only describe it as unruly.

"Captain..." John's voice was low, even a little vague.However, it seems that this rough and big man can't keep his voice down.

The captain turned his head around slowly, and Kunz's social fear began to show his power again, but this was the one who saved his life (Butler J: ??), saved him from the pain of cracking his skull, he at least had to Know what the whole face of the benefactor looks like.

Kunz tried his best not to lower his head. His appearance fits the image of a poor country boy who first met a big man.

Then, the captain's face completely let Kunz breathe a sigh of relief—it was so good, I couldn't see his eyes at all.

The captain's hair is too messy, not only the long hair at the back, but also the front face. The messy blond hair covers most of his face, and the tip of a nose sticks out tenaciously because it is too high, and the rest can only be seen Pale lips, and stubbled chins.

Regarding the image of the captain, in addition to being uninhibited, Kunz added a label of a hippie.

It is completely different from the shining angel-like Light Keeper in the legend, let alone the shining image that Irene mentioned.But Kunz breathed a sigh of relief. For social fear, he is still in this uninhibited (la) restraint (ta) state, which makes him look familiar.

Kunz was uneasy. He was thinking about how to introduce himself. The last time he was so nervous was when he was recording his first video.

"Go and sign." But the captain didn't give Kunz any time to introduce. His voice was very soft, but it was much clearer than John's stuffy voice.

John, who received the order, grabbed Kunz by the neck and dragged him aside quickly and silently.

But Kunz was very uncomfortable. It wasn't because he was stuck on his neck by the collar, but because he found himself being underestimated and...

Uh, what right do I have to be respected?

Kunz suddenly felt a little cautious. He is an orphan now. In this feudal world where real gods exist, he is nothing.Not only should there not be this kind of discomfort now, nor should there be the behavior of labeling people before.In fact, it was never him who put labels on others, but others on him.

Despite social fear, Kunz is an adult after all, and he is also an anchor who has experienced blackmail swiping the screen and malicious private messages in the background. He has a certain ability to self-regulate.Kunz quickly realized that he would do this, but he still felt too insecure.

Alone in this world, the system doesn't feel so reliable, which makes him need to position himself, and needs someone to be "one of his own" with him.The captain who saved him was the closest person in his subconscious mind, so he kept labeling him.

Kunz self-criticized, it shouldn't be like this.

"Cut your finger and sign here." John poked Kunz, who seemed to him to be in a daze, "Kuntz Monroe."

Kunz was stunned for a moment. He was now facing a desk covered with a piece of parchment. This piece of parchment was the family tree of Baron Monrofi. According to the memory of the original owner, every year on the vernal equinox, the baron would personally put this Zhang took out the family tree, cleaned the dust, and showed it to the baroness and his children.

Now, the names of Baron Monroe, the Baroness, his two sons and one daughter are all framed in black frames, which means that they are dead.

Was the black frame drawn by someone?Or did it appear by itself?This is really a bit like the plot in a world-renowned fantasy novel.

"I don't have a last name," Kunz retorted.

John got impatient. He grabbed Kunz's wrist and gave him a thumb. Kunz didn't even see what the weapon was. When the blood came out, he felt the pain—much better than a headache, It seems that since the headache, his pain tolerance threshold has risen.

If you don't write, you have to write.

Kunz picked up a new quill that was prepared on one side, lit his own blood, and stumbled to write his name under Baron Monrofi.

Kunz's handwriting is ugly. The original owner can only write some superficial words. He himself has never written an English letter by hand after graduating from university.But when he finished the last stroke, the crooked letters twisted themselves into cursive script like the rest of the parchment, with a red thread extending from the baron.

The original Ron note was still the eldest son, but Ike changed from the second son to the third son, and Kunz became the second son of the baron, and wrote the heir to the title. baron).

"Ha! The son of the personal maid will always be the illegitimate son of the master!" John couldn't help but yelled, and immediately shut his mouth tightly after screaming, and it took more than ten seconds to pick up Kunz's clothes again. The leader returned to the position in front of the window, and when he spoke again, his voice was lowered again, "Okay, okay, captain."

The captain maintained the posture when they went to sign just now, sitting on the window sill, with his back against the window frame, his head tilted on the window frame, and he couldn't see his eyes, let alone his expression.

John's voice made his head move slightly: "Take the baron down. Let Moria teach him."

The captain finally spoke two relatively long sentences, and Kunz found that his pronunciation had a kind of...glissando?Kunz couldn't speak clearly, but it sounded good.

Kunz felt that John was going to grab his neck again, so he quickly took a step sideways, avoiding John's big hand.

"I wish you health and peace." He stretched his legs, saluting as the original owner remembered when Baron Monrofi met his knights.But in addition to etiquette, he is more grateful and blessed.This time it was not a labeling, the captain was obviously really sick, he was very uncomfortable, "I wish you all the discomfort away."

Kunz hoped that the person who kept him away from pain would also be able to stay away from pain.

John was very surprised, he smiled honestly: "Our little baron has a bit of a posture now." He didn't pick up Kunz's back collar this time, but picked up his waist as he did when he came up. , clamped.

"Wait." The captain said suddenly, "Leave him, and I will teach him."

John's arm suddenly exerted force for a moment, and Kunz's skinny waist suddenly hurt, but he was put down immediately: "Captain, are you sure?"

"I need to do something to distract myself. Moria must be called, though."

"Yes, Captain." John shrugged, put Kunz down so simply and left.

The room became silent again. When Kunz realized it, he found that he had lowered his head and looked at his feet—he was stepping on the lambskin carpet with bare feet. His feet were dirty and the carpet It was milky white in a hurry, which made him very embarrassed.

"Selphie Manton, it is a pleasure to meet you, Baron Monrofi."

It took half a beat before Kunz realized that it was the captain introducing himself: "I'm just a servant's son, please, why..."

Kunz is trying to be terrified (probably doesn't need acting, because he is really terrified right now, it's just not about identity), and the character of the original owner can't accept all this calmly.

Captain Manton's voice was as soft as ever, but it was strong and unquestionable. He interrupted Kunz: "Before calling you here, we have done a blood test. You have the blood of the Monroe family, yes Undoubtedly, Baron Monroe. The genealogy has recognized you, and your name should have been updated in the empire's aristocratic genealogy."

This passage was already longer. The captain paused. Kunz didn't notice anything unusual intuitively, but he just thought that the captain was very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." Kunz felt that he had caused trouble for the captain.

"You look like a kitten."

Kunz was sure. When the captain said this, he smiled slightly.He couldn't help raising his head carefully, and found with some regret that the captain had turned his head out of the window again at some point.This is the North Tower, but this window is facing west, it is afternoon, the sun is shining in, countless golden lights pierced the captain's golden hair...

Erin was right, he really was the light itself.

Gentle, warm light—Even though he knows there are some filters, Kunz is really sure of it at this moment.

Kunz didn't speak any more and kept quiet.The captain didn't speak any more, just looked at the scenery.

"My lord." A stranger came in. He also didn't wear shoes, but he was wearing white socks, blue trousers, a white shirt, a small black vest, and white gloves.

His dress reminded Kunz of his father who was the baron's personal servant in the memory of the original owner—should he be just an adoptive father?The father had already found out the reason why he treated the original owner like that.

"Do as you've prepared." The captain still didn't look back.

"Yes, my lord." Moria saluted, then turned to look at Kunz, "Baron Monrofi, please follow me."

Kunz took a quick look at Moria. He was a thin and serious man with brown hair and chestnut eyes. He looked like a dean in his 30s, and he was also the kind of person Kunz couldn't deal with.

Although timid in his heart, Kunz still left Moria honestly.Moria didn't carry him like John did, so after leaving the room, Kunz had to step on the cold stone barefoot. After walking down the tower, his whole calf was frozen and the cold was still extending upwards .To make matters worse, he did not see his wooden shoes at the gate of the tower.

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Kunz: _(?3」∠)_ Miserable, in short, it is miserable